The words
spoken were written by another,
The lives I
lived were reality to another,
The scenes
were emoted once before to me by another,
In the end its
me known to another.
Am I a Polestar
or Am I the moon?
For I am an
instrument of another’s light !
My work
behind the scene isn’t seen ,
I mug the
lines,
Guess Retakes
are fine.
Between Reality
and an Act,
I might have
lost me for another,
Just to be revelled
by another.
That
another wants to be me,
Guess I was
another when I dreamed of being the other,
An actor! Not knowing when Its me and when its
another!
